Fancy Seeing You Here || Amycus and Peter
He watches the rest of them go about their business, he sees the spells being cast and hitting from several yards away, throwing his knife up and catching it by the handle. He sees a couple, and he recognizes the boy as the one that Alecto had pointed out to him. At the last one of these, he’d been hers, and there was nothing that Amycus enjoyed more than playing with the same things his sister did, it’d been true since their early childhood, it was true in their bedroom, so why should it be any different on the battlefield, as he approaches unoticed, he watches the woman leave. When he’s only a few feet away he calls out, the majority of the fighting happening where the soon-to-be newest name on his victim list is currently looking.
“Lose your bodyguard, sweetie?” His wand is drawn suddenly, the knife returned to his robe pocket, quick as a flash his not so secret obsession being his secret weapon.
“She’s pretty, though not as pretty as me, I hate it when that happens.” He clicks his tongue and smiles, the grin full of too many teeth.
He’s weak we’re weak Why else would the Dark Lord assign us someone as pitiful as this? We need to prove ourselves.
